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stuff we like to pride ourselves on. Street parking is near impossible here and our house swappers dropped the ball in

providing us the proof needed to get a residential permit, so we're renting space at a parking garage a literal mile away.
It's not so bad, really, that walk serves as a warmup for the day's exertions and chance to decompress at the tail end. I'm
no fan of driving, or even owning a motor vehicle, but it's necessary when hauling tools and materials is your chosen
profession. There's a sinister black van I see parked on the street here, its rear bumper covered with far right bumper stickers. On the drive from garage to house to pick up more tools, I saw the van in motion, the first time I've seen its owner--an old white guy looking bitter and angry. It made me wonder how I present, like maybe my resting face tends towards scowl the older I get. I resolved right then to smile more because I don't want to look like that. It's too easy to wear one's world weariness. Today we started at John Heinz, our first job on federal land, and it got off to the kind of
start critics of big government such as the black van man might expect: Lack of communication did not bode well...